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I had the company of an old classmate today, him and his Hungarian girlfriend and her 13-y/o (and enormously cute) daughter who is one of the biggest Star Trek fans I've ever met; very funny.
They came by my place for about an hour or so for tea, we talked a bit, then went down to the city to go to the Hasselblad Center which my friend's girlfriend wanted to visit. It's located at the Göteborg Museum of Art, and me and Nick visited it when he was here in december 2002. We walked our feet off in there - it's not exactly the Louvre by any means, but it's still pretty big if you want to see all the stuff they have for display in there.
Afterwards, we strolled off to the Japanese restaurant where we were set to have dinner, my classmate had made reservations for four people. The place was fairly Japanese as far as styling goes - enough so you know it actually IS Japanese, but not going so far as to make you sit on little pillows on the floor or such. It was pretty cozy though, and the background music was either actually a music box playing a slow tune, or a grand piano. Neither were obtrusive, they just provided a bit of sound texture and I didn't even think of it most of the time.
My old classmate had some kind of grilled rolls of beef with leek and garlic stuffed inside, with a soy sauce and rice on the side. I had teriyaki chicken spits, my friend's girlfriend ordered fried breast of duck, and her daughter had grilled salmon steak, without the sauce (which made the eyebrows of the waitress raise in surprise, guess she never had anyone pass on the sauce before!), along with that I had diet coke, the girl had regular coke and my friend and his girlfriend had ice-water.
Well, we got our food, at which point it turned out the breast of duck had somehow turned into a sampler meal of several different types of food - consisting of raw salmon, two teriyaki spits and some kind of sliced beef and vegetable mix which looked yummy. My friend's g/f was a bit upset of course but she didn't make any kind of ruckus but accepted the meal she got, but asked to be compensated with some saké, which she unexpectedly got after the waitress had already explained she couldn't give us any liquor! 
Eating with chopsticks was a somewhat daunting experience for us simple Swedes (and Hungarians! LOL), the wee little girlie had to have a fork to help her eating after only managing to get a small part of her salmon down, but other than that the meal went without further incident. The teriyaki chicken tasted great! We even had ice-cream for dessert, and the best of all? My friend treated me to the meal as a slightly late birthday present!
Awesome.
So, free hugs for EVERYONE! I'm feeling generous, heh heh!
Take care all of you. Be good now!
{{{HUUUG}}}
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Hiya Lenny!!
Thanks for the hug, it felt great!
Just when I think that the lull in here is getting too long, some new cool post appears and makes me feel better.
As for me, I haven't been posting as much because I'm really busy. Setting up a company that will finally give me a work permit so I don't have to make a trip out of the country every 90 days, as well as moving apartments in the city to be within walking distance of my office and saving 20% on the rent at the same time. Yay for both those things, especially since I'll also be saving somethoing like 12-15 hours per week of sitting in taxi's in Bangkok's notoriously awful traffic jams.
And how is everybody else?
"Always forgive your enemies...nothing annoys them quite so much." Oscar Wilde
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I just finished watching this week's episode of Six Feet Under, and I still LOVE that show. It is so refreshingly un-American in a way, or at least un-TV-American, where everything is so neat and tidy all the time. Even if it's not a wholesome show it is usually pretty neat and tidy, even a show like E.R, which is usually pretty gritty in a way is still neated-up for TV. It's like Six Feet isn't quite as conceited as most other TV, certainly more frank and outright than most Swedish TV is! Then again, we lack the resources for a huge production like this, we could do like a miniseries of six one-hour episodes or so and keep the quality on scripts and acting and sets and all of that, but not an entire season. It's simply too expensive.
This episode started out so nicely. Keith opens the door, in comes a wet and miserable David. Keith asks if it's been raining, if he's been crying. Yes, David replies. It rained. And, he's been crying. They hug, and say they love each other as romantic music starts playing in the background.
He's dreaming, I say to myself, knowing David's been pining over Keith for ages now. It's too good to be true, it's too tacky to be true for that matter, but so nice. And yes, it WAS a dream, but it was KEITH'S dream! I was all giggles seeing that! It was really sweet, I've been hoping Keith still pined for David too.
A little later in the episode, Keith tosses out his boyfriend. Good. I never liked him.
Thanks, David! Both for the response, and the news update... Say hi to your handsome Man for me please.
{{{hug}}}
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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I always enjoy reading the stories about your day, your walks, etc. I have missed them.
I'll take a hug and I'll leave a couple more.
Think good thoughts,
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A hug for every single one of my friends this evening! 
Good I had at least one friend collect his hug! 
